Awake
More night than morning
All was ready the day before
Long hours on dark abandoned roads
Body on automatic as thoughts flow like the river they are about
Arrive before the glow of the morning sun
Black rocky trails and the roar of unseen water my only companion
Dim light finally filters through the trees
The gorge illuminated
A chill is felt through the waders as I slowly slide in
Buttery golden browns and silvery pink rainbows occupy the mind as I make the first cast of the day
Beautiful drift in complicated currents through likely lie but no takers
Next cast the fly carefully crafted the day before alights on a downed limb
A sharp flick of the wrist and a roll of the line should set it free
SNAP
The rod tip breaks
My favorite rod
My
Favorite
Rod
On my second cast
On
My
Second
Cast
My head hangs low
I stomp back down the rocky path
At the car I realize my backup was left
Long drive home with the sun in my eyes to screaming children and a grumpy wife
Entire bottle of cheap red wine to dull it all
Don’t think it worked
Second cast
Second
Mother
Fucking
Cast
Maybe I should take up golf
Maybe
I
Should
Take up
Golf
…
…
…
No
Golf’s dumb